Chapter 26 Address me as Mrs. Quin.

The scent of lilies and old money hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the familiar scent of my own, simpler life.

"Mrs. Quin," the caterer had called me, her voice smooth as silk, and the sound of it still felt foreign, a beautiful, shimmering thing I wasn't quite sure how to wear. I traced the rim of my champagne flute, the bubbles mirror